Cycling through the same lines like this does something, there's a kind of relentlessness to it idk
Love of my life.
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Love of my life, you've hurt me You've broken my heart And now you leave me Love of my life, can't you see? Bring it back, bring it back Don't take it away from me Because you don't know What it…
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Cycling through the same lines like this does something, there's a kind of relentlessness to it idk
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Love of my life, you've hurt me
You've broken my heart
And now you leave me
Love of my life, can't you see?
Bring it back, bring it back
Don't take it away from me
Because you don't know
What it means to me
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That repetition of 'bring it back, bring it back' is heartbreaking, each time like you're trying to undo it
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Cycling through the same lines like this does something, there's a kind of relentlessness to it idk
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The way each line circles back to 'bring it back', you're trying to change the answer by asking one more time. That particular desperation, where saying it differently feels like it might work this time, is what stays with me. It's a strange kind of hope and heartbreak at once. Do you have more posted anywhere?
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The repetition works so well here. Do you have more posted anywhere?
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